I feel the face of famine. Its buckled knees the hollow corners of slavery. We are failure. The starving masses. The tragedy. Such distant people we never see. We need upheaval. Embraced revolt to change our mindsets with open arms. It's time to scream out against the crimes to break the brutal complacent lines. The lives we leave as ruins form structures for shelter. Foundations built on dust. The lives we leave as ruins form structures for shelter where strangers feed on dust.